Daily writing prompt
If you could have something named after you, what would it be?
These angels.
Christopher
Livy
I took my parents name.
They took mine.
Weddings will change two.
All good.
Grandkids will take it too,
50%
50%
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It may appear otherwise, but I do like to laugh.
Well. Let me see.
I was pondering this one on the way to mass this morning. Strange I know. But that is just how the noggin on this ’59 Rambler works. Huh. Just came up with that one. Now I have a pretty decent nickname. Maybe a new email address? Passwords? The possibilities are endless. Thank goodness for all of you, there will be a conclusion to this one. Eventually. Guess what is next…
So humor to me has to work on several levels to make me laugh.
Surprise!
Things composed primarily of profanity, innuendo, insult and the like just really do nothing for me. Sam Kinnison had some moments, but that grew old fast. It was like there was no craft to it. No beginning, middle road and destination. Just shock. Maybe laughed ’cause of the state we were all in. And I don’t mean Illinois.
To elicit laughter, the transmitter somehow has to connect with the receiver in such a way as to be as one with them. Bring to mind a similar moment. Common thread. Shared experience. Perhaps the circumstance is not precisely the same, the individuals involved or what was said, how things were responded to and what happened next. Maybe it is just a “been there” moment. Something relatable. I am struggling for the right nomenclature.
I have never been a cat (been called something like it) or a mouse but Tom and Jerry crack me up to this day. The facial expressions, the yowls, smacks, situations just bring me to tears. Golfing. On the beach. Tom in the cradle saying, “Ah, goo” Out west, Texas Tom rolls a cig, Jerry licks it closed, he inhales the whole thing to exhale “Howdy” to the cowgirl next to him. Crambone.
I could go on and on. But to save on a gig or two, and stay true to my word on their being a conclusion. I will just list some others that make me laugh over and over.
Though my appearance says otherwise, I have no real connection to the brothers Jerome, Moe and Shemp, or their fellow stooge Lawrence.
To see me get up and walk in the morning, you would think I belong to the Ministry of Sillywalks. Same gait after I’ve been shopping.
Mr. Bean? Some quiet reflection is called for regarding that matter. I will get back to you on that.
Frank Drebbin taught me to mute when using the washroom.
The Barones, Michael Scott, Dwight Schrutt, Leslie Knope, Ron Swanson, “Jerry”.
Rob and Laura, Buddy and Sally, Mel, Allan.
Carol Burnett, Tim Conway and Harvey Korman.
Benny.
Muppets.
Tex Avery
AFV
All make me laugh over and over. So maybe its I see myself in a lot of these characters and the situations both they and I find myself in. When I recognize one, I may just smile and chuckle to myself. Or, if the mood is right, I will try to recreate the scene some how. Slap stick sound effects. Accents when called for. At the ready for a pun or three. Dad jokes? Guaranteed.
It may appear otherwise, but I do like to laugh.
Mullet, maybe.
Daily writing prompt
When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?
Six.
Just a side note about the origins of the mohawk on Franklin Street. Parents up and down the block colluded to allow them, provided that once the thrill was gone, it would all come off. Little did we know that was the aim all along. High and tight. Well played mom, dad. Well played indeed.
I had no clue what I wanted to be at five and am still figuring it out at five plus sixty one. No matter. I am loving life as it has turned out to be for me. I am learning new things, trying new things, making copious amounts of mistakes, trying again, letting go and just letting Him.
So in a few, the Christmas lights will be coming down, as will a buckthorn, I can see if more daffodils are poking through the dirt and family is on the way for the night.
I did a lot in my life and intend to do even more.
Just can’t grow that mohawk again.
Mullet, maybe.
Choosing ours over His.
“Anxiety is the mark of spiritual insecurity.”
― Thomas Merton
Just came across this gem.
His will is trustworthy, salvatory, and loving. Gifted with free will, we can choose to allow this to guide, hold and provide for us. Or, we can not.
Allowing it provides one with a true sense of peace, knowing that in this moment, all is in good hands. Serenity abounds. His will for us.
Disallowing brings with it a need to look far ahead, to seek control over things that are yet unknown and live in dread. Our will for us.
An anxiety born of spiritual insecurity.
An outcome of our free will.
Choosing ours over His.
I am worth it.
I am not going to attempt to assign my seat on a pedestal by claiming to know this. I typically fly economy, no pajamas, if that is even a thing anymore. I cannot speak for or to others’ view on this. But I can speak for myself and share some of the many things I just don’t understand. Sorry friends, just doing what the prompt tells me to do.
So let’s just say this, I don’t understand the privileged titling process that allows certain individuals to disregard the posted speed limit, all traffic signals, maintaining safe space between vehicles and proper lane usage on the highway or anywhere.
Maybe this is something you buy on the internet? Some kind of rewards thingee, for being cool? A sticker for your car that tells the police they can drive like this? This whole driving schtick these days has me flummoxed. But I digress….
What I don’t understand is why I allowed others to assign my value, tell me my worth and define me. All this ever accomplished was creating an internal need for me to be everything, handle everything and do everything. Oh, and be graded on my performance. Been trying to figure that one out for some time now.
Not so much on how to handle it these days, I have put in the effort to give that a dirt nap. Now it is more so noticing the red flags, recognizing the situations and sensing the phrases or attitudes that do their best to create these wonderful scenarios.
My nature though is to take it several steps farther. Determine why it ever happened and when it first became my MO. I doubt this is something that comes from the factory, preinstalled like the heated seats and back-up boob tube. I believe it was learned. And why I learned it, and what that class was really about are things I need to understand
The car thing is out of my hands.
They aren’t worth fussing about.
The other is purely in mine..
I am worth it.
...my temporary assignment. 